Eisley’s Dream…

I cuddled Eisley on the couch and she started telling me about her bad dream.
“Mom.  I had a bad dream.”

Me, “Oh, hunney, I’m sorry.  What was your dream?”

Eisley, “Thunder was taking me away.”

Me, “Aw, that’s not very nice.”

Eisley, “Yeah, and I was outside and the thunder whished me up into the air.  And I needed someone to, to get me down from the sky.”

Me, “I would have brought you down from the sky.”

Eisley, “But no one was there.  The house was empty.”

I have vivid memories of dreams as I was a little girl.  If I wouldn’t have taken up some time to cuddle, I may have never heard that dream of hers.


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